being always satisfied. Yes," replied the good old man, "I can teach you my secret, and with great facility. (t consists in nothing more, than in making a right use of my eyes." "Most

explain himself.

3. His friend begged him to willingly," returned the bishop "In whatever state I am, (first of all look up to heaven; and reflect, that my principal business here is to get to that blessed abode. I then look down upon the earth, and call to mind that, when I am dead, I shall occupy but a small space in it.

4. "I then look abroad into the world, and observe what multitudes there are, who, in every respect, are less fortunate than myself. Thus I learn where true happiness is placed; where all our cares must end; and how very little reason I have to repine, or to complain."

SECTION IX.

Beneficence its own reward.

1. PIGALLE, the celebrated artist, was a man of great hu manity. Intending, on a particular occasion, to make a journey from Lyons to Paris, he laid by twelve louis d'ors to defray his expenses. But a little before the time proposed for his setting out, he observed a man walking with strong marks of deep-felt sorrow, in his countenance, and deportment.

2. Pigalle, impelled by the feelings of a benevolent heart, accosted him, and inquired, with much tenderness, whether it was in his power to afford him any relief. The stranger, impressed with the manner of this friendly address, did not hesitate to lay open his distressed situation.

3. "For want of ten louis d'ors," said he, "I must be dragged this evening to a dungeon; and be separated from a tender wife and a numerous family." "Do you want no more ?" exclaimed the humane artist. "Come along with I have twelve louis d'ors in my trunk; and they are all at your service."

me;

4. The next day a friend of Pigalle's met him; and inquired whether it was true, that he had, as was publicly reported, very opportunely relieved a poor man and his family, from the greatest distress. < Ah, my friend!" said

Pigalle, "what a delicious supper did I make last night,

upon bread and cheese, with a family whose tears of gratitude marked the goodness of their hearts; and who blessed me at every mouthful they eat!"

SECTION X.

The Compassionate Judge.

1. THE celebrated Charles Anthony Domat, was pró moted to the office of a judge of a Provincial court, in the south of France, in which he presided, with public ap plause, for twenty-four years. One day a poor widow brought a complaint before him, against the baron de Nairac, her landlord, for turning her out of possession of a farm which was her whole dependence.

2. Domat heard the cause; and finding by the clearest evidence, that the woman had ignorantly broken a cove nant in the lease, which empowered the landlord to take possession of the farm, he recommended mercy to the baron towards a poor honest tenant, who had not willingly transgressed, or done him any material injury. But Nairac being inexorable, the judge was obliged to pronounce a sentence of expulsion from the farm, and to order payment of the damages mentioned in the lease, together with the costs of the suit.

3. In delivering this sentence, Domat wiped his eves, from which tears of compassion flowed plentifully. When the order of seizure, both of her person and effects, was decreed, the poor woman exclaimed: "O just and righteous God! be thou a father to the widow and her helpless orphans!" and immediately she fainted away

4. The compassionate judge assisted in raising the distressed woman; and after inquiring into her character, the number of her children, and other circumstances, generously presented her with a hundred louis d'ors, the amount of her damages and costs, which he prevailed with 'he baron to accept as a full recompense; and the widow was restored to her farm.

5. Deeply affected with the generosity of her benefactor, she said to him: "O, my lord! when will you demand payment, that I may lay up for that purpose?" "1 will ask it," replied Domat, "when my conscience shall tell me I have done an improper act."

SECTION XI.

The generous negro.

1. JOSEPH RACHEL, a respectable negro, resided in the island of Barbadoes. He was a trader, and dealt chiefly in the retail way. In his business, he conducted himself so fairly and complaisantly, that, in a town filled with little peddling shops, his doors were thronged with customers I have often dealt with him, and always found him remarkably honest and obliging.

2. If any one knew not where to obtain an article, Joseph would endeavour to procure it, without making any advantage for himself. In short, his character was so fair, his manners so generous, that the best people showed him a regard, which they often deny to men of their own colour, because they are not blessed with the like goodness of heart.

3. In 1756 a fire happened, which burned down great part of the town, and ruined many of the inhabitants. Joseph lived in a quarter that escaped the destruction; and expressed his thankfulness, by softening the distresses of his neighbours. Among those who had lost their property by this heavy misfortune, was a man to whose family, Joseph, in the early part of his life, owed some obligations.

4. This man, by too great hospitality, an excess very common in the West Indies, had involved himself in difficulties, before the fire happened; and his estate lying in houses, that event entirely ruined him. Amidst the cries of misery and want, which excited Joseph's compassion, this man's unfortunate situation claimed particular notice. The generous, the open temper of the sufferer, the obligations that Joseph owed to his family, were special and powerful motives for acting towards him the part of a friend.

5. Joseph had his bond for sixty pounds sterling. "Unfortunate man!" said he, "this debt shall never come against thee. I sincerely wish thou couldst settle all thy other affairs as easily! But how am I sure that I shall keep in this mind? May not the love of gain, especially when, by length of time, thy misfortune shall become familiar to me, return with too strong a current, and bear down my fellow feeling before it? But for this I have a remedy,

Never shalt thou apply for the assistance of any friend against my avarice."

6. He arose, ordered a large account that the man had with him, to be drawn out and in a whim that might have called up a smile on the face of charity, filled his pipe, at down again, twisted the bond, and lighted his pipe with t. While the account was drawing out, he continued moking, in a state of mind that a monarch might envy When it was finished, he went in search of his friend, with the discharged account, and the mutilated bond, in his hand.

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7. On meeting him, he presented the papers to him with this address: "Sir, I am sensibly affected with your misfortunes; the obligations I have received from your family, give me a relation to every branch of it. I know that inability to pay what you owe, gives you more uneasiness than the loss of your own substance. That you may not be anxious on my account in particular, accept of this discharge, and the remains of your bond. I am overpaid in the satisfaction that I feel from having done my duty. I beg you to consider this only as a token of the happiness you will confer upon me, whenever you put it in my power to do you a good office."

SECTION XII.

The Indian chief.

RAMSAY

1. DURING the war in America, a company of Indians attacked a small body of British troops, and defeated them. As the Indians had greatly the advantage in swiftness of foot, and were eager in the pursuit, very few of the British scaped: and those who fell into their hands, were treated with a cruelty, of which there are not many examples, Even in that country.

2. Two of the Indians came up to a young officer, and attacked him with great fury. As they were armed with attle-axes, he had no hope of escape. But, just at this crisis, another Indian came up, who was advanced in years and was armed with a bow and arrows.

3. The old man instantly drew his bow; but, after having taken his aim at the officer, he suddenly dropped the point of his arrow and interposed between him and his

pursuers, who were about to cut him in pieces. They retired with respect. The old man then took the officer by the hand, soothed him into confidence by caresse; and, having conducted him to his hut, treated him with a kindness which did honour to his professions.

4. He made him less a slave than a companion; taught him the language of the country; and instructed him in the rude arts that are practised by the inhabitants. They lived together in the most perfect harmony: and the young officer, in the treatment he met with, found nothing to regret, but that sometimes the old man fixed his eyes upon him, and, having regarded him for some minutes with a steady and silent attention, burst into tears.

5. In the mean time, the spring returned, and the Indians again took the field. The old man, who was still vi- . gorous, and able to bear the fatigues of war, set out with them, and was accompanied by his prisoner. They marched above two hundred leagues across the forest, and came at length to a plain, where the British forces were encamped. The old man showed his prisoner the tents at a distance: "There," says he, " are thy countrymen. There is the enemy who wait to give us battle. Remember that I have saved thy life, that I have taught thee to conduct a canoe, to arm thyself with a bow and arrows, and to surprise the beaver in the forest.

6. What wast thou when I first took thee to my hut? Thy hands were those of an infant. They could neither procure thee sustenance nor safety. Thy soul was in utter darkness. Thou wast ignorant of every thing. Thou owest all things to me. Wilt thou then go over to thy nation, and take up the hatchet against us ?" The officer re plied, "that he would rather lose his own life, than take away that of his deliverer."

7. The Indian, bending down his head, and covering his face with both his hands, stood some time silent. Then looking earnestly at his prisoner, he said, in a voice that was at once softened by tenderness and grief; “ Hast thou a father?” "My father," said the young man," was alive when I left my country." "Alas!" said the Indian," how wretched must he be!" He paused a moment, and then added, "Dost thou know that I have been a father?—I am a father no more.-I saw my son fall in battle.-He fought as